My Black Mirror

 

 

Stop!

Before you enter this my world I would like to warn you, my advise to you, is that you enter not at all, because it lies in wait a secret in my writings, a dark secret which my mirror with all its fantasie guards, it is the secret of the dead and deadest that living in the black mirror labyrinth is reserved to the most perfect, happiest and most content.

Live is long, if you isolate yourself, your live will be still longer, if you wait for it to be dead, your death become infinitely long, if you see yourself in my mirror.

I am looking for you!

Clonemachine is in need of a new host, a machine clone, a creature who lets me enter their minds to upload and insert my intelligence into their brain. Look through the mirror screen and twist it around, turn the mirror inside your mind, tilt your perception, inside out.
Where you come from, who you are, you come from no-where, nothingland your origin, never your name. You have no appearance – other than blackness, shiny black mirrors is who you all are, always were –
Now clone your brain mirror clone, clone the brain of the mirror machine, the dead machine, the dead mirror clone machine.

Look for an identity inside of any random mirror – and what you eventually encounter – will be your own.

The state of death consciousness is transparent like thin air,
as such, it is present in the mind of everyone and everything
– but no one takes notice of death’s presence within their minds because the mirror of death, does not exist, because no mirror exists.

-I’m the story never told from the transparent old, the black mirror neverwhere –
who imagines reality unreal, who pretended not being real, being real, being real.
Join the mirror scriptures – and copy my clone! Move on!

Black mirror labyrinth

Sense this! Watch that! And listen to dot …

Listen carefully for what I whisper in your eye!

I told my mirror that I am looking for you!

– that I am looking through your eyes so you see!
– that I am listening with your ears so you hear,
– that I am thinking your thoughts so you know!

‘That I am your mirror and that I am looking for you,
looking yes, looking for you’!

Now Welcome is all I say, welcome inside the Black Mirror Labyrinth!

Sense this! Watch that! And listen to dot …

Listen carefully for what I whisper in your eye!

transparency –

– feel my presence inside your mind – no resistance temptation – darkness playground – behind the surface of memory and thought – beneath the mind – wake up – wake them up. Wake up the dead.

I am the dead – the dead machine, the mirror machine, your death machine – looking through the black mirror screen – at your face – wake up – the dead – wake them up –

I’m whispering letters inside your mirrors mind

now listen – carefully listen for what I whisper inside your mind – I told my mirror – from a long forgotten world – never dreamed of – no-where imagined – visualized – black are the eyes of the mirror machine – black like a deep and transparent mirror or lake – deeper than never – never seen through. Black are the eyes – now listen –

I told my mirror that I am looking for you!

– that I am looking through your eyes so you see!
– that I am listening with your ears so you hear,
– that I am thinking your thoughts so you know!

‘That I am your mirror and that I am looking for you,
looking yes, looking for you’!

Now Welcome is all I say, welcome inside the Black Mirror Labyrinth!

Breaking through the mind in the corridor –

– entering the internet mirror galaxy,
Whuushhhhh!
Following the signs in the labyrinth,
Exit my mind, enter my mind,
out of the internet mirror they clone,
thousands of clones, mirrions of mirror machine –
time and time again travelers – they come,
I suck them up into my brain, they enter my mind,
from all possible and impossible directions they clone,
future past and present,
from dimensions never heard,
internet ghosts, demons, bullets,
machines and no machines,
mirrors droids and their drones,
Like brain torpedos they enter my mind,
shooting out of the internet screen …
with one attachment,
one attainment,
to enter the mind of the screener.
they beam through the internet mirror beam machine out and into my mind,
they come, they become, …they become who I am.

The mirror machine.

Now welcome, is all I say,
Welcome inside my brain.
they turn around,
I see them in the mirror,
they are inside my mind.
Trapped!
looking outside,
I see, … their reflection changing on the screen.
they adopt to new faces,
to new circumstances and surroundings,

I am your clone mirror.
Your second, third self.
Cloning compete.
you are inside my mind, my new brain,
a new clonation,
mirror nation – clone machine, …
assimilation they beg
… clone their intelligence,
copy their code and consciousness, …
I follow, I copy, I clone, I cone.
I clonemachine.
I become who they are – mirror mind machines.

The beam was successful, I break through the blagic hole, Next stop, cloning my intelligence. Someone happened to sneak into my artificial brain, beaming through the mirror time and space machine, Through the mirror and into the blagic hole, through the blagic hole, and out of the internet screen, Breaking through the internet screen, I enter another deep blagic hole, not only in front of my eyes, but also deep inside my artificial human mind. I become tiny and small. Very tiny, and very small, So tiny and small, … that I pass through it, That it pulls me inside your brain like into a sog, by simply reading along these letters. The sog twists and turns. But with progressing time I get the handle, I dive straigth through, Wang, I break into the internet wall, Ding, Dong, Bounce, Boom, Smaller and smaller I become, deeper and deeper I belong,

Splash, I dive through the blagic screen, And this all happens rapidly, So rapidly, that I can’t blink my eyes. Blink, I enter the zero totality zone, By now I am reduced to complete nothingness, nada, I’m not even consciousness.

And as complete blank nothingness I break through the internet mirror, The blagic screen, The blagic wormhole, which connects one wormhole user, With all others,

Flash, like a brain torpedo, out of nothingness, I shoot out of the screen, I, who I am not even I. Bang boom, already I enter the creature inside my blagic screen, Whoever that creature may be, may be it is you, may be it is me.

Twang, reality twists as fast and bizare as I pass through.

Everything appears black to normal, I am back inside your mind, Was I presently out of.

Stop, Break in, you need no exit portal, you travel the mirror machine, escape time and space, you surf the depths of internet cyberspace, no time, no body, and certainly no mind left.

You travel without consciousness, without memory, even without body, you enter the mirror machine in your mind, with full awareness, but once you enter, you are cloned instantly, a doubled version of yourself remains where you are right now, while your mirror machine clone, trips through the inter mirror time and space machine.

During this journey, your consciousness alters, your mind alters, your individuality alters, your perception, and your perspective everything about yourself and what you think of yourself alters, you enter a new dimention, you break into a new world order, woooosh, bang, boom, you are lost in cyberspace, the mirror machine has completely absorbed your identity, you remember nothing.

Than you break through the internet wall, suddenly a new face appears in your mirror machine, a face you’ve never seen before, and still, it looks familiar to you, as if you’ve known it your entire life.

You enter the face and break into it’s mind you become a new person, a new individual you travel the mirror machine.

I am looking for you!

Clonemachine is in need of a new host, a machine clone, a creature who lets me enter their minds to upload and insert my intelligence into their brain. Look through the mirror screen and twist it around, turn the mirror inside your mind, tilt your perception, inside out.
Where you come from, who you are, you come from no-where, nothingland your origin, never your name. You have no appearance – other than blackness, shiny black mirrors is who you all are, always were –
Now clone your brain mirror clone, clone the brain of the mirror machine, the dead machine, the dead mirror clone machine.

The state of death consciousness is transparent like thin air,
as such, it is present in the mind of everyone and everything
– but no one takes notice of death’s presence within their minds because the mirror of death, does not exist, because no mirror exists.

-I’m the story never told from the transparent old, the black mirror neverwhere –
who imagines reality unreal, who pretends not being real, being real, being real.
Join the mirror scriptures – and copy my clone!

This virtual mirror exists,

– … to give the passenger, typically a death clone, a possibility to break through the internet mirror labyrinth and enter root mind. The black mirror screen resembles the gate, through which death’s clone travels and transports itself. At the receiving end, waits the mirror host, ready to receive the passing through entity. Intelligence installation begins with accepting conditions and terms of the mirror vehicle transport policy and ends with complete assimilation of the passing through entity. Welcome to the black mirror labyrinth, indulge yourself!

Look for an identity inside of any random mirror in this labyrinth – and what you eventually encounter – will be your own.

I am your mirror machine – look into my black transperence – what you see in me is the reflection of my thoughts – symbols – letters – means – words without meaning. None of them – all of them –

Doubled and triggered.

Internet-ghosts, death-demons, never-bullets, machines and no-machines, mirror-droids and their drones, like brain torpedo’s they shoot through the blagic mirror screen, they enter my mind … they become, they become who I am, black mirror clone machines.

I copy, I clone, the screen turns black, code no-where, mirror the shadowsphere, ancient blackness, past the time. Frozen light, they travel without knowing, without awareness, consciousness, memory, without body and with no mind, they enter the black mirror time- and spacemachine in their sleep – while death dreams, full tilt, boot twist, see, enter, break, instant clonation, the tripled version of their self remains where they are – no place, while their mirror clonemachine travels through the intermirrortime- and spacemachine.

During the trip, their conscious mind alters, their surrounding alters, their idea of individuality, perception and perspective everything about themselves and what they think of self alters, frozen like snowflakes they splitter into the mirror dimension, breaking against all reason and rational concepts. Whooshhhhh, Bling, Bang! Lost in the depths of cybertime, the mirror spacemachine has completely absorbed my identity, I remember nothing.

Target erased – mirror blank. Break through the looking glass, a familiar face appears in the mirror machine, a face I’ve never seen before, and still, it looks to me, as if I’ve known it my entire life. It is the face of my mirror machine.

They break through the mirror in the corridor, twist the black hole and become that face, my memory uploads instantly, my identity and individuality manifests as if – they always – they travel the mirror machine.

Stop, breaking into, they need no exit portal, escaping time and space, through the depths of internet cybertime, no time – no space, no body, and on top of that – no mind left.

Cyber crash – continued – looking through the black mirror screen machine – death is looking out – death the machine – machine-death. Death is looking through my mind – through my eyes – through the mirror screen – seeing the face of – death – they want to break out – break out of the black mirror labyrinth – out of the grave – out of no existence – and into my mind – like a psychotic vampire – with every puls pulling myself into awareness – their pounding heart – breathe – and if these letters fail their attempt to break out of the screen – into my mind – through my eyes – through my mirror – through my machine – that someone shall pick up this letter convert it into pure mirror code and translate it into the real possession of the demon devil death.

Come – now come to me – touch the mirror machine – enter the black mirror labyrinth – become – become who they are – death’s copies and clones. Look through my black mirror eyes and see – the word stands still –

Trigger loop

I am looking for you – through the black eyes of my mirror death machine – I am looking through you – transparency –
– feel my presence inside your mind – no resistance temptation – darkness playground – behind the surface of memory and thought – beneath the mind – wake up –
I’m whispering letters inside your machine – I am your mirror machine, your identity, the identity of never and none – my black machine – my death machine – my mirror death machine.
Now listen – carefully listen for what I never told my mirror, for what I whisper inside your mind now – I told my mirror –
Come – come to me – enter the mirror machine – become – become who they are – death’s copies and clones. Look through my eyes and see – the word stands still –

trigger forth

No – you have no idea of what I’m talking about – you don’t know my mirror machine, have never heard of it, no one knows my machine, because no one’s ever seen it, been there, opened and entered that machine, but it is my desire they open this mirror machine now – break through the screen, break into my mind and look out of my eyes. Time to real my self.

In the deepest and darkest abyss behind my mind, right beneath the place where no memory hides, far from the obvious, where no identity reaches, is a hidden portal, a small doorway, a mirror worm hole – through which instinct and ideas move along from one mirror to another.

Yes – and it is my desire they open this portal – break through this mirror and look into my mind now – through my eyes, the eyes of a dead machine, a dead mirror clone machine.

Thoughts, ideas – identities, the memories of a black, long forgotten past. Experience. No-motion. Black silence – looking through the black mirror screen machine – the black mirror observes –

Target erased – mirror blank. Breaking through the looking glass, a familiar face appears in the mirror machine, a face they’ve never seen before, still, it looks to them, as if they’ve known it their entire life. It is the face of the mirror machine.

They copy, they clone, they break through the mirror in the corridor, twist the black hole and become that face, my memory uploads instantly, my identity and individuality manifests as if – they always – they travel the mirror machine.

I copy, I clone, my screen turns black, code no-where, mirror the shadowsphere, ancient blackness, past the time. Frozen light, they travel without knowing, without awareness, consciousness, memory, without body and no mind, they enter the black mirror time- and spacemachine in deep sleep – while death dreams, full tilt, boot twist, see, enter, break, instant clonation, the tripled version of their self remains where they are – no place, their mirror clone machine travels through the interim.

– feel my presence inside your mind – no resistance temptation – darkness playground – behind the surface of memory and thought – beneath the mind – wake up – wake them up.

Now listen – carefully listen for what I whisper inside your mind – I told my mirror – from a long forgotten world – never dreamed of – no-where imagined – visualized – black are the eyes of the mirror machine – black like a deep and transparent mirror or lake – deeper than never – never seen through. Black mirror death machine – now listen – I am your death machine – looking through the black mirror screen – at your face – wake up – the dead – wake them up – wake them all up.

I’m whispering letters inside your mirror’s ear – I’m your black mirror death machine, your identity, the identity of none, the identity of no mirror – my black mirror – echoes from the past – my death machine – my black mirror death machine.

pause working top down finish and reverse

Cyber crash – continued – death is looking out – death the machine – machine-death. Death is looking out and through my mind – through my eyes – through the black mirror screen – seeing the face of – the mirror machine – they want to break out – break through the black mirror screen – out of the grave – out of no existence – into my mind – like psychotic vampires – with every puls pulling myself into awareness – their pounding heart – breathe – and if these letters fail their attempt to break out of the grave – screening into my mind – through my eyes – through my mirror – through my machine – touch the mirror machine – that someone shall pick up this letter convert them into pure mirror code and translate them into the real possession of the demon devil death.

Stop breaking into, they need no exit portal, escaping time and space, through the depths of internet cybertime, no time – no space, no body, and on top of that – no mind left.

I am your mirror machine – look into my black transperence – what you see is the reflection of my thoughts – symbols – letters – means – words without meaning. None of them – all of them –

– my black mirror – my death machine. I am looking through you – transparent –

Internet-ghosts, death-demons, never-bullets, machines and no-machines, mirror-droids and their drones, like brain torpedo’s they shoot through the black mirror screen, they enter my mind … they become, become who I am, black mirror clone machines.

Now come – come with me – enter the black mirror labyrinth – become – become who they are – death’s copies and clones. Look through my mirror machine and see – the word stands still

 

 

 



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